April is National Poetry Month

April is Poetry Month so let's get the show rolling with some poetry by Mumford & Sons....music to my ears.

THE CAVE

It's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's land
So make your siren's call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be

And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

By Mumford & Sons

Hello April - It's National Poetry Month! Over the next few weeks I'll be sharing all things poetic here at Calendar Gal.

Where The Sidewalk Ends

Pavement Drawing by Julian Beever

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

By Shel Silverstein

Hello April - It's National Poetry Month! Over the next few weeks I'll be sharing all things poetic here at Calendar Gal.

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Austin Kleon ROCKS poetry!  



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Hello April - It's National Poetry Month! Over the next few weeks I'll be sharing all things poetic here at Calendar Gal.

Even a Pine Tree Can Dream...

My heart skips a beat for this poem - such a lovely thought.

Jack Brauer  http://www.mountainphotographer.com/



On A Bare Hill's Top...(aka The Pine Tree)

On a bare hill's top, in the North, wild and cold,

A lone pine-tree somewhere stands;

She dozes, swaying, all covered by snow

With a mantel from feet to a head.

She sees in her dreams: in a faraway desert,

In lands where the sun enters skies,

Alone and sad, on a rock's sunburnt lather,

A beautiful palm-tree abides.

By Mikhail Yurevich Lermontov (1814-1841)

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, November, 2000

Hello April - It's National Poetry Month!Over the next few weeks I'll be sharing all things poetic here at Calendar Gal.

Are You Ready For Some Poetry?

In a couple of days it will be April. It's a fine month for tip toeing in the tulips and dancing in the rain but April is also National Poetry Month.

In honor of all things poetic, I will be featuring some of my favorite poems here at Calendar Gal in the upcoming weeks.

Here's a preview...one by me.

DEMOLITION HEART

Original Art By THE BOY

Deny

Every tender feeling and

Memory that lingers,

Overthrow Truth, it's only words

Let the past fall away to invention

In spite of

Tomes that remain on

Ink stained hearts. Deny it all,

Over and over again till you believe it true,that you

Never loved me and I never loved you.

                  By Nancy Sima